As if on cue, the large sword that Calthorn typically lugged around appeared out of nowhere, and went to collide with the sabertooth using the flat side if the blade. The amount of force it was being swung with would be enough to knock the beast flying if it hit. The sword itself was also covered in mist flames, giving it a more ethereal like appearance.

"Reinforcements have arrived, ladies and gentleman." Calthorn said, as he faded into view from his feet upwards, his right hand gripping the sword's handle. Once he'd fully materialized, he turned to look at Amalea, and by extension, her adversary.

"Now then, let's make this a little more favourable, shall we?"